The Strain

Like dew in the morning

It always comes back

It fogs up my vision

Points out what I lack

I wipe it away

Or I try to at least

But I miss a spot

And it laughs like a tease

My neck feels the strain

Looking over the mess

Take my hand off the wheel

Lose control of the rest

But before I can crash

Before losing it all

I cry out to you

Confessing I’m small

I know I can’t steer

And hold up my weight

The pressure is strong

But you know my fate

You hear in my silence

And see through my tears

Your grace falls on me hard

Scooping up my fears

Though, alone, I will fail

Pulled to do wrong

I will lean on you

While I’m weak, You are strong